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PATIENCE; 

OR, 



DRAMATIS PERSONyE. 
Reginald Bunthorne, • - A Fleshly Poet. 
Archibald Grorvenor, - - - An Idyllic Poet. 
Colonel Calverley, 
Major Murgatrovd, 
Lieut, the Duke of Dumstable, 

Chorus of Dragoon Guards. 
The Lady Angela, ' 



Ofificers of Dra- 
goon Guards. 



The Lady Saphir, 
The Lady Ella, 
The Lady Jane, 

Chorus or Maidens 



Rapturous Maidens. 



ACT I.— Exterior of Castle Bunthorn. 
ACT II.— A Glade. 













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ORCHESTBA STALLS. 



Enter Mr. Cukl Darling, gallantly escorting Miss 
MuRRY Hill, — They seat themselves, Mr. C. D. 
becoming hopelessly involved in his crutch-cam and 
opera hat. 

Miss M. H. You've seen " Patience " already ? 

Mr. C. D. Seen it? I should rather think I have. 
I come here every night. The twenty lovesick maidens 
are awfully fetching. 

Miss M. H. I hear that the dragoons are a splendid 
set of fellows. 

Mr, C. D. Immense! Lord Wharfdale dined with 
me at the Club the other night, and we came down 



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here after dinner. " By Jove!" he exclaimed, when 
the Dragoons came on the stage, " I'll be hanged if 
that isn't my own troop, and the Duke of Dunstable 
the dead image of the Marquis of Pimlico, a cornet in 
my regiment. The uniforms are perfect. General Sir 
Garnet Wolsley would pass 'em." 

Miss M. H. Is the music very fetching ? 

Mr. C. D. Awfully. Wait till you hear it. You'U 
be singing, " Booh to you — pooh, pooh to you," to the 
waiter in Deimonico's bye-and-bye. Ah, here we arc I 

Curtain rises, discovering the twenty love-sick cesthetie 
maidens, with Lady Jane. 

Miss M. H. Awfully pretty scene. I like that rhorus. 

Twenty lovesick maidens we — 
Lovesick all against our will; 

Twenty years hence \it shall be 
Twenty lovesick maidens still. 



Mr. C. D. Thought you would. Listen to Lady 
Jaiu , here's language for you: 

Lady 'jane. There is a trunscendentality of de- 
lirium, an acute accentuation of supremest ecstasy, 
which the earthly might easily mistake for indigestion. 
But it is NOT indigestion; it is ccsthetic transfiguratiun. 

Miss M. H. Then poor dear mamrna suffers from 
{esthetic transfiguration. 7'//a/ ought to make her feel 
better. Oh, here are the dragoons 1 What superb 
looking fellows ! 

Colonel sings. 

Mr. C. D. Isn't that song of the ColonePs im- 
mense! 

Miss M. H. Immense. Who is this? 

Mr. D. Bunthorne, the Oscar Wilde, you know. 
The dragoons will sing a rattling chorus now. 




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Bunthonie. My eyes are open; I despair droop- 
ing/y: I am soulfidlx intense; I mn /imp and / ding. 

Miss M. H. That is funny. Oh, my! but it is quite 
too funny for anything. 

Enter Patience. 

Mr. C. D. Here's Patience ? Isn't she chic ? Did 
you hear that! When Bunihorne asked her: "Do 
you ever yearn ?" and she said, '* I earn my living." 
Immense pun that! 

Enter Grosvenor, 

Miss M. H. What a handsome man. 

Mr. C. D. I should think so. Just hear what he 
says. 

Grosvenor. Conceive, then, the horror of niy situation, 
when I tell you that it is my hideous destiny to be madly 
loved by every woman who sets eyes on me / 



Miss M, H. That's very comical: " I have loved you 
with a Florentine Fourteenth Century frenzy." I 
wonder \{you could love that way, Mr. Curl Darling. 

Mr. C. D. Say Nineteenth Century, and I'm your 
man. 

T/ie act being over, Mr. C. D. and Miss M. //. dis- 
cuss it until curtain rises on Act II. 

Mr. C. D. Watch how well Lady yane plays the 
fiddle. Never loses a note. Grosvenor^s recitation is 
something too excruciating. Oh, here it is! 

Miss M. H. {on the conclusion of the song of the 
" Magnet and Churn "). That is fetching. 

Mr. C. D. Now, Btinthome is followed by Lady 
Jane like a gigantic shadow, and we'll have the song 
of the piece, " Pooh, pooh to you." 

The rendering of ike song affords Mr. C. D. aud 
Miss M. H. exquisite delight. 



Miss M. H. There^ I can*t laogh any more, and 
I've bursted — . 

Mr. C. D. (Ml alarm). What ? 

Miss M. H. Nine of the sixteen buttons on my 
gloves in applauding. Oh, my, here are the Duke, 
Colonel and Major in aesthetic costumes. It becomes 
them, too. 

Mr. C. D. You're to hear no end of a funny song 
yet. " The greenery, yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, foot 

in the grave young man." 

Bunthorne sings; 

A y apanese voung man, 
A blue-and-white young man, 
Francesco di Rimini, miminy, priminjf^ 
'y e-nesais-quoi young man. 

Mr. C. D. See the twenty lovesick maidens in 
ordinary attire. Aren't they fetching? 




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Miss M. H., having taken to memory the refrain of 
" Booh to you; pooh, pooh to you," lets Mr. C. D. 
have it all the way home, while he returns to, "A 
greenery, yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, foot in the grave 
young man." 

Mr. C. D. Well, Miss Murry Hill, what is your 
verdict upon *' Patience." 

Miss M. H. It is quite too utterly, preciously, de- 
lightfully funny for anything. Good night. Many 
thanks. Pooh, pooh to youl 




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